Seamingly poems on Hello Poetry

Brenten Hargrove Mar 2012

She gave me the Plankton
The lowest lifeform of her being.
Anointed with this discovery
I too gave in and shared with her a deep
and impenatrable solace within me.
Such truths arent always shown in sight
of others.
Nor are they whispered in ear shot,
But somehow
She burrowed right through them.
Empathy in a female form!
And not jaded and wrought with thoughts of imorality.
Day by Day she would come and take frlom me these
deviant caverns and restlless ideals sprung forth from
absence of maturity in child hood and loss of faith
as a growing man in the seamingly uncommon trait and
beauty each human claims the next has deep within.
The savage mastication of delerious greed
Usually self righteous. Sweetlt nipping at the arms of the impoverished.
the malady spreading further through while the ogres stomp their feet for attention
puffing up their chest like creatures and only for a moments pay they contract a virus
all to familiar in their learned ways.
her delicate hands grouping at the flesh id presented brushing away the small
inconsistences and as i vaguely remember now and to this day
she slipped a finger inside and in the membranes and masses an ease would fall over me.
the rush of expelling all that ales you within is a euphoria like no other.
Yet each time she would leave something behind.

allie downing Jul 2013

hot chocolates.

swapping our days past for gas masks. your excuses are weak. but you are not, you are strong. we never speak long about the things you feel. we linger on my stresses and strains - they are real but , we find comfort in their pettyness glazed over with brief happiness the day-to-day norm the calm that cant see the storm.
fog blankets us on the hill as the rain shifts to show the lands where terror reigns. it pains me to see you shrug it off, day dreaming is not enough. let time drift, let him slip coz you wont miss him like i do. He is not a weapon he is a friend, how can people find their heaven as a means to yourend

time flys in your company. you and me, the only thing we **** is time and there's none of that to waste you a saving grace. a friendly face, you live life at a different pace but we race through our occational days dreaming up ways to seamingly live and be free you and me, that perfect company.

trying to master the art of the perfect raspberry whilst drinking hot chocolate, to most its not much but you never fail to make me laugh. weather fails to dampen spirits even a gail woul bring a good time with it.
we concluded we cant ice skate with bruises and feet that ache talking late over hot drinks but its half a years worth of winks before i see you again. i dont mind coz when i do its like theres been no gap, weve got big plans, camping and the zoo me and you, we fit and i know you have to leave but believe me its **** to see you walk away to being another half a years worth of days away.

Fah Jul 2013

yes

WHERE the black bird grows brown wings ,
sunlight streams through the tree's like fresh lime juice
WHERE the seamingly seamless seams of time's cosy blanket slip and slide like jelly on plate
Simple pleasures of butterfly wings and fallen feathers
So it will be ,
whatever it will be

Skips in linear time , allow glimpses to past present future in the now , safe in the bear hug of universes subtle touch

ludicrous , how humble i feel , for all the love i have received from all i meet and all i greet
awake before my alarm , to re-dream of the merging mind and body collide and sink into the endless bubbling brook

my share , of the bounty , harvesting the plenty , living in eternity within human form or without

smiles and soft breezes

Manic Brilliance Sep 2015

Death of death.

Broken dreams in this forseen symphony of the mind, singing entrancing words of solice within the thoughts of mine.
Never ending, never binding, always intertwining and at the same time unwinding.
Spinning and falling, voices calling.
I sense the slow, silent slither, seamingly unwithered.
Cought beneath a shameless shiver of my secrets as a sinner.
Calm, thine eyes witness of my flesh, yet beneath, within my breath.
Beckons of a violent debt with one known as the devil's pet.
Taken from me and ones beloved, the puzzle piece, a peaceful love, of a heart that came from heaven above.
Til thoughts my own are taken by thee, I will wait silently, for vengeance consumes mercilessly, what vision I dare not utter, human eyes can not see.
Your dawn will strike this I decree, my sights are fixed on death of death and all that follows thee.

Kole J McNeil Dec 2020

My Own Novle of a hearo, villian, and lost soul

Sitting in this class I feel as though I am wasting away with my thoughts costantly banging inside my head wanting to be free

I am drwonging in my own mind with these thoughts like an angry god stirring the ocean of my happines and peace

The god is drowning me and I am reaching twords the surface gasping for air but the techer drones on while I sit there seamingly bord

Inside my own head is a battle raging my fear a lonly worrior fighting for a place in my mind my anxity is an army of hate

My deppression is the godess of death with her staring eyes and mind breaking words

The techer continues to with the lesson, the lesson that in my mind is the thing fuling the flames of my anger and pain

The kids laugh while I walk by, I am invisible to everyone unless they want to bully me

The kids are the mosters and I am the monster hunter who lost their wepon and is fighting a onesided battle

My words are the double edged sword that while slicing down my enemys are cutting words in to my own skin

The teachers are the evil overlords I must defeat but this not a real fight this is just a normal day

That bag I wear on my back, no not the backpack, the depression and my thoughts make it impossible to run after my target

It is heavy and the sword I cary so bravly is dulling with every slice it takes of my enmeys and myself

I am waering the aroumr that protects my mind from the stress that is school that is the kids that is my deppression and my parents and my thoughts

I am carring a sword that is dull but looks sharp so no one thinks to ask if it is sharp enough or offer to help when they see me loosing my battles

I am have been shot down and stood back up when no one thought I would The teachers they act as though they care

The teachers are the traitors that are pretending to be on your side when in reality they are serving the my angry god just to tick off another curriculum box

That is my battle not one of bloodshed though it is and not one of physical but mental

I see my life as a novle that I am wirting but I am the villian and hero and lost soul, I am everything and nothing

If I see my life as a battle it is easier to face than if I see it as reality, in my mind I have superpowers and I am the greatest sword master though a clumsy one I will admit

We all mess up but if I mess up thats just one more thing my angry god can use against me

I am loosing to my angry god
;

If you are loosing to yourangry god plz feel free to talk to me. I know how hard it is.

WISEPENNY Jul 2020

COSMIC TYDE

GOD MAKES ME HAPPY
SEAMINGLY SO
HERE FOR WORK
JUST LOVE NOW YOU KNOW

THE FIGHT OF WHAT I DO
THE CANNISTER OPENED
THE WORMS ATE THE DRIVE THRU

COLLECTED MY BALLOONS SOULS FROM
OUTERSPACE
COLLECTING OF GIFTS
TYDED SPACE

THEY THOTH I FORGET
BUT NON THE LESS
CASUAL CONNECTIONS
HE KNEW HE WOULDNT QUIT "IT"

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